Chapter Five

Paige walked out of the store with two large bags filled with clothes, jewelry, funny looking knick-knacks etc. She felt kind of guilty buying it, but she for once felt good about herself.

She walked out of the store with a smile on her face, "I guess, buying all this, wasn't all that a bad idea." Paige said to herself. She walked down toward the other end of the mall, where the cafeteria was located. She could really use a drink right about now.

When Paige made it to the food court she decided to get a soda and some French fries, she ordered what she wanted, and then she sat down at a table. She ate in silence, till a warm hand covered her eyes. The person laughed. "Guess who?"

Paige playfully hesitated for a while. "Hmmm, I don't know…Spinner!" She laughed. The person laughed and sat down in the seat across from her and stole a French fry. It was Spinner. "Hey Paige."

"Hey Spin," Paige said with a smile, she was happy to see Spinner.

Spinner looked at the two black bags sitting in the free chair next to him. He furrowed his brow, confused. "What's this?" He asked, pointing to the bags. "You shop at Hot Topic now?"

"I don't know," Paige answered, shrugging her shoulders. "I was walking past there a little while ago, and the clothes looked really interesting…so I bought a few things. Is there a problem?"

Spinner shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just I'm use to you wearing girly-girl stuff." He said, "girly girl" as if he didn't know how to phrase it.

Paige looked down at the table and mumbled, "Teeny-bopper stuff, right? Slutty clothes? Extraordinaire at being a totally skank?" Paige said, feeling sick all over again.

"That's not what I meant." Spinner said, trying to correct himself. Another fresh set of tears streamed down her cheeks. She ran away from Spinner after grabbing her stuff. Spinner watched her run, feeling guilty. As people glared at him evilly, telling him he should be ashamed because he made a young girl cry.

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When Paige came home, she dropped her bags at the door and ran upstairs to her room. She slammed opened the room, with hard tears rushing down her cheeks, and opened her closet. She stared evilly at her clothing, "I hate everything you've done to me." She yelled, shaking her head.  Screaming at her closet wasn't enough. She pulled all the hangers off the rack and threw the clothes onto the floor.

She went into the kitchen and took the whole package of trash bags and ran upstairs and threw all of her clothes into the bag. Then she looked at each one of her shoes, and threw away every single pair of shoes, that weren't black. When she was finished, she took all of her filled trash bags and locked them down in the basement, in a closet, where know one will find them. "I never want to see this again." She promised herself, before throwing the bags in there. She ran it her room, after picking up her two Hot Topic bags, and locked her door.

She poured the dark clothing onto her bed, and picked up an outfit she had bought, and ran into the bathroom. She tried them on, "fits perfect."

She looked in the mirror. Paige was fully dressed in Punk/Goth clothing. There in her reflection, she saw herself, wearing a plaid skirt, with hot pink, maroon purple, red, black and sliver stripes through it. She had a black-sleeved shirt that had laced sleeves. She wore striped black and hot pink socks up to her knees, and then she went into her room again, and opened a shoebox. Inside the box, Paige had bought black ankle boots, with a round buckle on the side. She smirked, and put them on. She began to walk around the room. She was satisfied with herself. Paige looked once more in her bag, and pulled out a spray can bottle. Paige stared at it, "For the Finishing touches."

Paige walked back into the bathroom, and pulled out hair stylers, she crimped a few sections of her hair; she curled a few sections of her hair, and just went wild making her hair looked crazy but cool. She then separated her hair into three sections into a ponytail, one of the left and right, and one on the nap of her neck. She took the bottle and sprayed black into her hair, and then sprayed another bottle, which was maroon. She went all out, she found herself experimenting for hours. "I truly found myself." Paige said to herself, when she was putting in a pair of earrings into her ear hole. "It's weird."